Freestyle
Redman feat. Method Man Lyrics
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Microphone coming down when I have to tweak ya
(Break ya) ass, blow your ass one time, peace ta
Dj Twiz, I will leave your ass blind
Cause the ruckus for all you muthafukas
Don't you know me and Method Man jam like smuckers
All you fools out there want to test these thieves
You better come down wit the buddah bless then freeze
You just a cheesy ass sleeve of the grass, blow your ass
Fill the blast from the past when I smoke the hash
It's that Funk Doctor Spock, got it lock
Methtical, get on the mic right now
[Method Man]
My rap guns be blazing, trails, I'm hard as nails
Society's the cage, got me locked down in hell
My mental the track from the shadows of rap
Casualties 'cause my reality is strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you want to do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you want to get high
Now open that high shit, I be choking
What's that shit that they be smoking, Tical
[Both]
Yea, word up, 1996 in your ass, in your ass, Funkmaster Flex
Funkmaster Flex, complilation freestyle album, freestyle in your ass
In your ass, in your ass, nigga, anybody out there want to bring it
Bring it, bring it on, bring it on
[Redman]
We got lyrics for years for all you fuking peers
Now you think muthafukas grate to you ears
That's the freestyle, proclaim your name
Who's that nigga smoking Buddah on the A train
[Method Man]
It's the Funk Doctor Spock, rock the spot, word up
Coming through, got the glock to your headpiece, what
Release, what, tension, when I mention
Niggaz gave no competition to this shit we got here
The real shit, terror to your ear, feel the fear
Coming down, now up the atmosphere, what we doing
Up your spine, move the back, recline
Say some shit that make you want to get high
[Both]
Word up, how high muthafuka, 1996, peace
Def Squad and Wu-Tang up in this bitch, yea, 1996 shootout
In Redman and Method Man's "Freestyle", the duo showcases their freestyling abilities over a beat provided by DJ Twiz. Redman starts off by boasting about his rap skills and threatening to "break" anyone who wants to test him and Method Man. He also references their well-known love for weed, demanding that anyone who wants to challenge them better bring some "buddah bless", and then proceeds to take shots at those who he deems to be "cheesy ass sleeves of the grass".
Method Man picks up where Redman leaves off, rapping about how society has "locked him down in hell" and how he uses his "mental track" to navigate through the rap game. He drops references to his nickname "Johnny Blaze" and tells listeners to "feel the fear" as they listen to his rhymes. The two then come together to taunt any potential challengers, telling them to "bring it on" and confidently declaring themselves to be the masters of the freestyle.
Overall, the lyrics of "Freestyle" showcase Redman and Method Man's skill at improvising over a beat, while also emphasizing their love for weed and their ability to intimidate anyone who might try to challenge them.
Line by Line Meaning
Microphone coming down when I have to tweak ya
I'll take the mic from you if I need to
(Break ya) ass, blow your ass one time, peace ta
I'll hit you once and then leave you alone
Dj Twiz, I will leave your ass blind
I'll be so good that even the DJ is blinded
Cause the ruckus for all you muthafukas
I'm causing chaos for everyone
Don't you know me and Method Man jam like smuckers
Me and Method Man perform well together
All you fools out there want to test these thieves
People want to compete with us
You better come down wit the buddah bless then freeze
You should come prepared with weed and then stop
And gimme all your loot and your weed muthafuka
Give me all your stuff if you want to mess with me
You just a cheesy ass sleeve of the grass, blow your ass
You're nothing to me, just a joke
Fill the blast from the past when I smoke the hash
I'm feeling nostalgic while smoking hash
It's that Funk Doctor Spock, got it lock
I'm the Funk Doctor Spock and I got it locked
Methtical, get on the mic right now
Method Man, get on the mic now
My rap guns be blazing, trails, I'm hard as nails
My lyrics are strong and tough
Society's the cage, got me locked down in hell
Society is holding me back
My mental the track from the shadows of rap
My thoughts are a dark part of rap
Casualties 'cause my reality is strapped
People get hurt because of my reality
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Being a criminal can be profitable
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
I have powerful weapons, aka Johnny Blaze
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
My lyrics may hurt, but it's good
Bring it to your headpiece, no Ow
I'm bringing it straight to your head, no holds barred
What you want to do, shit, niggaz be like
What do you want to do, some people are intimidated
That's the shit, that make you want to get high
This is the kind of music that makes you want to smoke weed
Now open that high shit, I be choking
Pass the weed, I'll take a hit
What's that shit that they be smoking, Tical
What's the name of the weed they're smoking
Yea, word up, 1996 in your ass, in your ass, Funkmaster Flex
We're here in 1996, on Funkmaster Flex's show
Funkmaster Flex, complilation freestyle album, freestyle in your ass
This is a compilation album and we're doing a freestyle on the show
In your ass, in your ass, nigga, anybody out there want to bring it
If anyone out there has something to say, say it now
Bring it, bring it on, bring it on
Come on, bring it on
We got lyrics for years for all you fuking peers
We have a lot of lyrics for all our peers
Now you think muthafukas grate to you ears
Now you think our music is good
That's the freestyle, proclaim your name
That's what freestyling is, introducing yourself
Who's that nigga smoking Buddah on the A train
Who's the person smoking weed on the subway
It's the Funk Doctor Spock, rock the spot, word up
It's me, Funk Doctor Spock, I'll make the place rock
Coming through, got the glock to your headpiece, what
I'm here and I have a gun to your head
Release, what, tension, when I mention
Let go of your tension when you hear me
Niggaz gave no competition to this shit we got here
No one can compete with the music we make
The real shit, terror to your ear, feel the fear
Our music is real and scary
Coming down, now up the atmosphere, what we doing
We're making it happen, what about you
Up your spine, move the back, recline
My music will make you move and groove
Say some shit that make you want to get high
I'll say something that will make you crave weed
Word up, how high muthafuka, 1996, peace
How high are you, 1996, peace out
Def Squad and Wu-Tang up in this bitch, yea, 1996 shootout
Def Squad and Wu-Tang are here, 1996 is lit
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alan Fealdman, Root Jackson
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